by Jet Mykles
“Ah, fuck! Reese!”
Reese moaned, sucking greedily while he pulled Luc’s jeans and briefs down farther. He laved his lover’s cock, coating it, slicking it up before he took it firmly in hand and used both mouth and hand to heighten the pleasure. He wanted it all. He wanted Luc to come so he could swallow down the evidence of this man’s desire.
But he didn’t get his wish. Roughly, Luc pulled him away and shoved him back onto the mattress. He pointed at Reese’s pants. “Get those off.”
“But—”
“Where’s the lube?”
Yeah. Okay. It was probably better this way. His hands went to his jeans. “Top drawer.”
Luc retrieved it while Reese got naked.
“You kept my hat?”
Reese froze with his jeans halfway down his legs. The hat Luc had worn that night at Purgatory sat on the dresser. “Uh. Yeah.”
The possessive grin he got nearly set him aflame. Luc snapped fingers in the direction of Reese’s pants. “Off.”
“Right.” He would have turned around to get on his knees, but Luc stopped him. “On your back.”
“My shoulder…”
“We’ll be careful. But I want to see your face.”
Reese groaned, squirming back into position. He stuffed pillows under his head and shoulders while Luc shucked the rest of his clothes, then came to kneel between Reese’s thighs.
Luc poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Reese caught his legs under his knees and pulled them up. “Fuck me.”
Luc’s attention dropped to Reese’s exposed entrance, those sable eyes lit with fire. He dragged his fingers along the sensitive skin between Reese’s balls and anus. “No prep?”
“No. Please. God, Luc, just fuck me. I want you inside me.”
His words incensed his lover. He could see it. Luc’s nostrils flared, and he poured more lube into his palm.
“Slick it up, baby. Slick up that big, hard cock and fuck my ass.”
At last, Reese turned the tables on Luc. His words made the redhead shudder. Luc’s hand flew over his cock, and then he leaned in to position himself.
It had been two months. It hurt some. But Luc was careful and Reese welcomed the pain. It didn’t last long, anyway. His body remembered. His body accepted. After the first resistance, Luc sank in, a wonderful invasion deep inside Reese.
Luc braced on one arm, his other hand on Reese’s hip. It took a moment for Reese to realize he was angling them to ease the pressure on his new tattoo. Even though he was clearly ramped up, he was trying to be careful.
Then Reese wanted nothing of careful. He released his knees and reached up to grab Luc by the shoulders. With arms and legs, he wrapped up Luc and pulled him down.
“Wait,” Luc gasped, braced arm dropping to bent elbow.
“No.” Reese dug his ankles into Luc’s butt, shoving that last final bit.
They froze, intimately locked.
Luc dropped his head forward, bracing his forehead on Reese’s. “Don’t ever deny me again,” he growled.
“No.”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Luc pulled back, making them both moan at the marvelous friction. He set up a slow, painfully wonderful rhythm that had Reese writhing beneath him. Reese dug his fingers into Luc’s back, threaded them in his hair. He pulled Luc’s head down and kept their lips locked as Luc’s cock worked its magic deep in Reese’s body.
Luc reached between them, circling Reese’s cock with a wet hand, pumping it in time to his thrusts.
Reese couldn’t stand it. Too much pleasure built up in his body, and he felt like he was going to explode. Fire took hold of the base of his spine, forcing him to rock his hips to alleviate the burn. But that only built it higher, working Luc’s cock into his tight channel.
He felt it coming and dug into Luc’s back. “Fuck! Luc, I’m—!” His words got tangled in the strangled cry that pushed from his throat as the fire in his spine burst apart.
Luc clutched his cock and gripped the bedspread beneath Reese’s shoulders. He echoed Reese’s gurgled cry as he came.
They subsided into the warm, wet sheets, relearning how to breathe. Reese hugged Luc’s head to his shoulder, unwilling to let go.
“How’s your shoulder?” Luc asked when they could breathe.
“It’s fine.” Truthfully, it hurt but he couldn’t give a damn. “Shouldn’t you be in Italy making an album?”
“Break,” Luc muttered, nuzzling the bend of his neck.
“When do you go back?”
“A few days.” He looked up. “Come with me.”
Heart soaring, Reese smiled. “I don’t know. I’ve got to work.”
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“You’re coming with me.”
Luc didn’t miss Reese’s cheeky grin as he got out of bed. “I don’t know.”
He watched Reese’s perfect ass disappear out the bedroom door. “You’re coming with me.”
“I’ve got work and... Oh, hey!” His curls bounced when he stuck his head back in the doorway. He was beaming and it was too gorgeous for words. “I might get an apprenticeship at Tom’s tattoo parlor.”
While he was very proud of Reese, Luc did not like what that implied. He shoved to his feet and followed. The bathroom was at the end of the hall, between the two opposite bedroom doors. Reese had grabbed a washcloth and jumped when Luc filled the door.
“I’m sick and fucking tired of you choosing work over me.” High-handed and demanding, yes, but he couldn’t help it.
Reese raised a brow, a little bit of caution creeping back into those transparent eyes.
“No, don’t. Don’t get mad at me. Fucking realize that I missed you and I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to get you back. I need to have you with me.”
“What about my life?”
He was ready for this. “I’ll pay the apartment through the end of the year. Garth will keep your stuff and give you a job when you come back.”
“You’ve arranged all that?”
“I will. And I will pay for everything when you’re with me.”
Reese turned to the sink to wet the cloth. Tousled black curls fell to obscure his face. “That sounds a lot like you’d be keeping me.”
“It does. And you should take full advantage of that. Make me take you all over Europe to see everything someone with an artist’s eye should see. Make me pay for the best art schools or private lessons.”
Reese’s hands were moving slowly, squeezing the cloth way too much under the tap. He was listening.
So Luc kept talking. “Make me do everything you can to get yourself established, then get paid a fuck ton for your art so you’ll be independent of me.”
Tossing back his hair, Reese stared into the mirror. “What happens when I’m independent of you?”
Luc stepped into the tiny bathroom so he could stand behind Reese, so their gazes could meet in the mirror. God damn, he was gorgeous. Naked, still flushed, with eyes so big. “You stay with me.” He put his hands on Reese’s sides, careful of the bandage across the back of his shoulder. “Because by then you’ll finally get that you own me.”
He watched those eyes soften as Reese sank back into him. “Wow. You thought that all up, huh?”
Luc grinned. “I had a lot of time.” He kissed the back of Reese’s head. “Is it working?”
“Is there more?”
He let one of his hands slip down then around to flatten over Reese’s belly, his small finger just brushing the thatch of black hair that shadowed his cock. “So much more. A lifetime.”
Abandoning the wet cloth, Reese pressed one palm over Luc’s then reached up with the other to dig into his hair. “When do we start?”
Sexy Spring Surprise
Author’s note: Sexy Spring Surprise was originally a short story that was published separately from Purgatory.
Reese loved spring. The fresh scent
in the air, the bite of winter cold that hadn’t completely faded, the green of new life. Everything spoke to the artist inside him and made him itch to capture it all, one precious moment at a time.
He straddled the stone bench, his sketchbook open on the flat surface before him. Colored pencils lay safe from rolling away between the book and his crotch. It was too chilly for the T-shirt and denim shorts that he wore, and his bare feet were starting to get downright cold, but he didn’t mind. He liked the tiny shiver that stayed on his skin. It went with the fresh, sharp scent in the air.
He rocked his hips a bit, humming to himself and grinning like a fool as he stared at the setting sun, trying to decide which colors were best for the sunset in his picture. The sketch was just a doodle, really. Something to pass the time until Luc got home. He should be home pretty soon. Reese licked his lips and shifted his butt on the cold concrete. What time was it, anyway?
The house Luc had bought sat on a hill with this big garden that draped down one of the slopes before him. The garden was completely closed in by pines and filled with assorted other trees and bushes but huge enough that it didn’t feel too cloistered. The landscaping was ragged at the moment, but soon they’d hire a gardener to take care of it. Until then, it was their own little overgrown, unmanicured Eden.
The scene just needed Luc to come home to be complete. Grinning, Reese reached down to adjust the half-boner that pressed insistently against the button fly of his shorts. Although it ached, he was determined to save it until Luc was with him. So, he hitched up his shorts, squirmed, then bent back over his sketch.
He managed to lose himself in that familiar place where colors and textures dominated his brain. His body became a distant thought, still there but nothing to worry about at the moment. Engrossed, he didn’t know anyone was behind him until a warm chest draped over his back. Long arms covered in soft burgundy wool snugged around his middle. He jumped, but instantly eased, his body recognizing its other and melting into it.
A delighted little whimper spilled from his lips, and he wiggled back to fit his ass as best he could into the warmth of Luc’s crotch. “Hey.” He reached up over his shoulder to smooth a hand over the sharp lines of Luc’s stubbly cheek.
The cheek turned and soft lips caressed his palm. “Hey.”
Reese’s cock pulsed just from the feel of those lips. Trying to control his excitement for the moment, he dropped his hand and picked up a pink pencil, using it to add needed color to the sunset on the paper before him. “When did you get back?”
“Just now.” Luc’s nose nudged aside the hair curling over the nape of Reese’s neck, giving access to the lips that followed over his skin. “Took me a while to find you. I was starting to worry.”
Reese sighed, pencil nearly dropping from lax fingers as he enjoyed the caress. “Sorry.”
“Didn’t expect you to be out here in the cold.” Luc’s long legs bracketed Reese’s, the soft denim of his worn jeans brushing Reese’s bare skin.
Reese laughed, dropping the pink and picking up orange. “It’s not really cold.”
Luc shivered, forcing Reese to hold the pencil up or draw a jagged line. “You’re nuts. It’s cold.”
Reese trembled with that shiver, his skin tingling with awareness. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and again tried to contain his excitement. He hooked one of his chilly bare feet around Luc’s ankle. “It’s the first day of spring.”
Luc chuckled. “So?”
“So?” Reese pointed with the pencil at the lowering sun, at the newly green trees. “Look. It’s beautiful!”
Luc kissed his neck. “You’re beautiful.”
Reese moaned softly, eyes fluttering closed, pencil dropping to join the others on the bench between his legs. That tone in Luc’s voice always did it for him. The voice. The arms wrapped securely around his waist, cradling him back into the fold of Luc’s warm, hard body.
Reese let his head fall back, nestled on Luc’s shoulder. He slid his fingers along one of the arms banding his middle, toyed with the bangles that adorned Luc’s wrist. “You keep me warm.”
“Always.” Luc’s lips trailed up his neck to his ear. Warm breath and an even warmer tongue caressed the sensitive skin.
Reese tilted his head aside, closing his eyes beneath the fall of his long blue bangs. He didn’t need to see at the moment. The beauty of everything existed in this man’s touch. He reached back to spear his hands in Luc’s silky hair, delighted to find it loose. He pulled a long, thick lock around to his nose and sniffed it before he dry painted his lips with it.
Nimble fingers found one of his nipples through his T-shirt, eliciting a gasp from him. The hand spread flat over his hard nub, and the other hand came up to turn his chin.
Reese went willingly, opening his mouth to the kiss he knew was coming. Luc tasted faintly of cigarettes but mostly of himself, warm and spicy and the most delicious thing Reese had ever tasted.
Fingers fanned over his jaw, holding him in place for the kiss. The other hand slid down his belly to cup the full-blown erection that strained his denim shorts.
Reese broke the kiss on a cry of delight.
“Mm,” Luc breathed over his lips. “Someone’s excited.”
Reese dragged his eyes open and looked his fill at his favorite sight. Luc’s sable eyes shone down at him from beneath heavy lids. One dark auburn brow was arched, and his generous lips, wet from their kiss, curved in a half grin. Glorious auburn hair curled around his face like a fiery nimbus.
“I’m always excited around you,” Reese assured Luc breathlessly, reaching down to cup his hand over Luc’s, encouraging his lover to squeeze.
“Not always this excited. Should we take this inside?”
Reese shook his head, eyes shutting again as pleasure from Luc’s hold distracted him a moment. He rocked forward into Luc’s hand, gasping at the lightning that shot through his blood. “No. Fuck me here.”
He looked in time to see lust flare over Luc’s face, settling into that wicked humor that meant aching delights were in store for Reese. “The lube’s inside.”
Reese licked his lips and couldn’t avoid a small grin. “Don’t need it.”
“Oh?”
“Surprise.”
Luc stared into his eyes, not understanding.
Reese waited, more than happy to amuse himself by rocking into Luc’s hold.
Understanding dawned. “You didn’t.”
Reese’s smile grew.
Luc laughed, a wonderfully eager tone to it.
Reese mourned the loss of that firm grip on his cock, but accepted it as Luc used the hand to unbutton his shorts. Caught between a laugh and a moan, he bent forward and Luc pulled his shorts open. Colored pencils clattered beneath him as he leaned on his elbows on the sketchpad. Luc shoved one hand into the back of his shorts, found the wetness of lube in his crease, found the base of the plug that was buried in Reese’s ass.
Luc groaned. “God, tiger.”
Reese gasped, loving the tingle that danced through him as Luc tapped on the plug.
“You been wearing this all day?”
Reese sighed happily as Luc tugged the thing a bit, pulling it so that it teased Reese’s hole before pushing it back so it could rub his gland. “Put it in when you called.”
“Missed me?”
“Always.”
Luc’s free hand shoved the hem of Reese’s T-shirt up his back all the way to his neck. Reese knew why and loved it. Luc wanted to see the white tiger and red dragon tattoos that adorned the backs of Reese’s shoulders. He claimed to love the dance they did when Reese writhed for him.
Reese helped him out by reaching back to grab the stretchy fabric and pull it down over his head. He left it banding his upper arms, but his back was fully exposed. Cool air breathed over his skin.
Meanwhile, Luc must have freed his own dick because Reese felt him drag the head of it through Reese’s crack. He tapped it on the end of the jelly plug.
Reese moaned.
“God, Luc.” He rolled his hips when Luc pulled the shorts down further, trying to help expose as much of his ass as possible. He hissed when his cock rolled over the pencils lying on the bench between the sketchpad and his crotch.
Luc laughed softly, nudging the plug again. “You and your toys.”
“Wanted—ah!—wanted to surprise you.”
“Oh, you surprised me.” He pulled the toy out a little, letting it tease Reese. He knew exactly how responsive Reese’s ass was. “What if I’d been late?”
Reese glared over his shoulder. “That’ll teach you not to be late.”
Luc grinned, obviously delighted. “Excellent point.” He let the toy slide back home inside of Reese, then let go. He tugged at the shorts. “Need to get these off.”
“Right.” Reese straightened his legs and brought one over so he was standing next to the bench.
He had to fight his T-shirt before he could get at his shorts. Luc hastily gathered pad and pencils and put them on the ground. Luc grabbed his T-shirt when he would have dropped it to the ground and laid it down on the bench between his legs. Reese stepped out of his shorts, eying Luc’s hard, red erection. Luc whipped off his sweater and laid it above Reese’s T-shirt, covering the concrete. Creamy pale, mostly hairless skin gleamed in the fading twilight as he moved. Luc’s hair fell loose in glorious red waves that rivaled the setting sun.
Reese reached out to smooth a hand through that hair, amazed it didn’t burn him. He bent over to take Luc’s mouth with his, intent on devouring him.
Luc kissed him for a moment, mouth open under Reese’s assault, then pulled back. He circled one of Reese’s wrists and used it to guide him back down to the bench. “Come back here.”
Fully naked now, Reese eagerly straddled the bench before him, his back again to Luc. He was glad of Luc’s thoughtfulness with the shirt and sweater because the concrete was cold and he was beginning to really feel the cooling temperature of the air.
That is, until Luc touched him again. Then he was on fire. Big, graceful hands slid over the backs of his shoulders, smoothing over his tattoos and then traveling down his spine. Reese pressed his chest against Luc’s sweater spread beneath him, trying without much success to ease the ache in his cock by sandwiching it between his belly and the bench.
